I've crossed the plains , slept in deep woods
I've talked with wolves on the secrets of the mountain
an ancient evil , ealking the earth
is haunting his enemy , his nemesis eternal
in the calm of the waater , that mirrors the white moon,
I await the day i'll take my sword again
In the forest is running the winterdemon followed by a storm that kills every life form

Secrets of past never told before , are awaiting for their summoning

In the darkest places , under mighty mountains , is the spirit of an ancient warrior of the north...
he remembers the battles , so great and so hateful
where he brokess bones and drunk blood from the skulls
like a black shadow , he was cast by the moon , and by revenge that he wants on humanity
pale eyes , and long hairs , white skin and lips naked in the woods
lies the spirit of the past!

chroonicles of divine , misanthropic devastation
mutilated and sliced bodies are all bleeding and slowly rotting , and the cracked head of priest make me laugh for all the time, so I take a fucked cross and use it for the final blow

Secrets of past never told before , are awaiting for their summoning